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Cinnamon and Sugar

Chapter Five

Warnings: Self hate, mentions of abusive ex, mentions of a minor character death, fluff

Characters: Reader, Dean, Michael, Jo

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 3.5k

You had been living with Dean for five weeks now, and everything felt surprisingly normal. You both woke up early in the morning for work, so you got to have breakfast together. You liked having someone to talk to before going to work.

It was five in the morning as you and Dean shuffled around the kitchen in a comfortable silence. You had made some eggs and bacon for the both of you while Dean got ready for work. Since Dean passed the coffee shop to get to work, he would drop you off, and in return, you made him coffee to get him ready for the day.

"Mornin' sweetheart." Dean grumbles as he comes out of his room, yawning. His hair was still tousled from sleep. You chuckle softly at the sight.

"Morning, Dean. Forget to brush your hair?" You snorted. Dean laughs as he smooths down his hair.

"Maybe I was trying out a new style, Y/n, ever think of that?" He sniffed, pretending to be mad.

"Aw, c'mon now, you never change up your routine, so I find that highly unlikely. And besides, you can't be mad at me forever, I made you breakfast." You set his plate down on the table, pouring a glass of orange juice for him.

"I got damn lucky to have you as a roommate." He sighed happily as he ruffles your hair before sitting down at the table, tucking into his breakfast.

"I could say the same." You smile as you eat with him. Storm was still asleep on the window seal. Despite Dean buying a cat bed for him to get into his good graces, the cat refused to actually sleep in the bed. He just sniffed at it before going back to what he was doing.

Once you and Dean were finished with breakfast, he took the plates and put them in the dishwasher, starting a load. You went and grabbed your apron for work before heading out the door with Dean, sliding into his beautiful Impala. "I hope you know that if I actually still drove, I'd totally wanna take Baby for a joyride." You joked.

Dean laughs softly, his eyes crinkling up at the edges. "You're more than welcome to drive her anytime you need, sweetheart. I won't stop you."

"Oh, um, nah." You shook your head gently. "I don't really drive anymore. I um, I got into a really bad car crash about a year ago and I don't really drive anymore because of it." It was the first time you had really talked about the car crash with anyone other than Jo or Jack.

"I'm sorry to hear about that sweetheart. Was everyone alright?" He frowns, looking over at you.

"Oh, um, yeah, I just had a broken arm. . . The other driver was okay too."

Dean could tell that you wanted to drop the subject. "So, I was thinking, you don't work tomorrow, right? And you're done with exams?"

"Yeah, why?" You tilt your head curiously.

"Well," Dean said as he pulled into the parking lot of Chuck's. "I was thinking that tonight we go to my favorite bar and have some drinks, my treat. They're having karaoke tonight too, and I think it would be a lot of fun."

You mulled it over for a moment. You didn't drink much, but you thought this would be a good chance to get to know Dean a little better and let loose some. "I think that'd be a lot of fun, actually." You give him a gentle smile.

"Perfect, I get off work tonight at 5. I'll pick you up and take you home on my lunch break, I don't want you walking home alone or anything." Dean gives you a boyish grin, the one that you had come to adore.

"Thanks, Dean, you have no idea how much I appreciate your kindness." And it was true. Dean was kind to you when it felt like you hit rock bottom. Being evicted from you apartment was rough, and you never expected him to offer his home up to you. Even though you hadn't known Dean long, you trusted him, and it seems that he trusted you. You hated to think about where you'd be without him right now.

"Don't mention it, sweetheart. I'm just glad I could help you out. I've been where you've been before. My life has never been put together in the slightest, and there was a time when I had no place to go. I really could have used some help, and I want to be that person for you." He said softly, looking over at you.

"Well, I know I'm not much, but I'm here, and I can be the support you need. We can help each other." You offer him a gentle smile.

"I like the sound of that, Y/n, thank you." You lean over and give him a quick hug.

"I'll see you on your lunch break, then. Let me go make your coffee really quick." You went in and unlocked the doors, making Dean a brown sugar latte and grabbed him a scone before bringing it out to him. "Have a good day at work." I reach through the window and ruffle his hair before heading back inside to tackle the day.

Jo was the next person scheduled to come in, and you hoped it was one of those rare days that she was actually on time. You had talked to her many times before about her punctuality, but it never seemed to stick with her. She was your best friend, and you didn't want to have to reprimand her, but it seemed that it was going to have to come to that. Thankfully, she was on time today, and you didn't have to say anything to her.

"Thank god my car started." She said as she walked in, clocking in on the computer. "I was scared she wasn't gonna crank. I really need a new car."

"Well, you're here, that's all that matters. Today's a Wednesday, so I'm expecting it to be a good day for us. This is usually our dead day, so I think it should be okay with just the two of us until eleven when Maddison comes in."

The day went off without a hitch, the customers were nice, it was a slow day, and everything seemed peaceful. That is, until the end of your shift. Dean was on his lunch break and he was waiting for you to clock out so he could take you home. He didn't mind hanging out in the coffee shop, as he found it rather peaceful. The front door dinged, signaling that there was a customer inside. "Hey, welcome to Chuck's! We'll be right w-" You broke off as you stared up at the man in front of you. Michael. You could feel your heart pounding out your chest as he glared down at you. You hadn't seen him in nearly two months, what made him want to come confront you now?

"We need to talk." He said gruffly, crossing his arms over his chest. He was 6'3 and he towered over you. It was something that had always intimidated you, especially when you were together.

"We have nothing to talk about. You need to leave." You tried to make your voice sound strong and determined, but it came out as just a small squeak. You hated the affect he had on you. For years he made you feel small, and even after the break up, he could still make you feel that way.

"Oh we have plenty to talk about, Y/n. Like how one day you just changed the locks to the apartment and had all of my stuff sitting out in the hall?"

"And you're just now wanting to talk about this, huh? You had nearly two months to reach out to me and to talk about this, but you picked now as the prime opportunity? When I'm at work?"

"Oh please," He scoffed. "You can hardly call this a job. Besides, I've been busy with other things." Dean's head perked up at the sound of arguing. He looked over at you and Michael. He could clearly tell you were in distress.

"Michael, just fucking leave. You're not welcomed here. Our relationship is over and there's absolutely nothing for us to talk about. You cheated, you were abusive, you were a shitty ass boyfriend. What else do you want me to say? I've listed a billion reasons as to why we broke up and you still can't accept that."

"Don't speak to me like that." He grabbed your wrist. "I guess I better teach you some manners." You try to pull away from his grasp. Before you could even shout for help, a fist connected with Michael's jaw.

Dean looked pissed as he grabbed Michael by the shirt, slamming him against the wall. "What kind of pathetic coward lays hands on a woman?" He growled as he punched him again. "Come near Y/n ever again, and I swear to God himself, there will not be anything stopping me from beating you within an inch of your sad life. Got it?!"

You had never seen Dean so angry before, let alone get physical with someone. "And what's it to you, huh?! Why the hell do you care for some whore so much? Oh, I get it, you're fucking her, huh?" Michael laughed, throwing his head back.

Dean said nothing in return as he punched him once more before throwing him out to door. "Don't ever come near her again." Dean snarled before going to check on you. "Are you alright? He didn't hurt you, did he? I swear to God-"

"Dean. . ." You hugged him tightly. "I'm okay, he didn't hurt me. . . Thank you for sticking up for me." You whisper, tears in your eyes. Maddison and Jo watched as Dean wrapped his arms around you protectively.

"No one's going to hurt my best girl on my watch, I promise you that." He said lowly, gently rubbing your back. "I'm guessing he's your ex boyfriend?"

"Yeah, he is. . . I thought I was finally free of him, but he keeps popping back up like an infectious disease." You were holding back tears, not wanting to cry in front of Dean.

"C'mon sweetheart, let's get out of here." He wrapped his arm around you and led you out to his car. "Do you need me to stay with you? I can tell Bobby something came up."

You shook your head gently. "No, that's okay. . . I don't want to impose. I'll be okay until you get off work tonight. . . Honestly, I don't even what to think about what just happened. And it doesn't even surprise me that he came here. I guess I was just hoping he'd forget about me." You ramble on, looking at your hands.

"You wouldn't be imposing, sugar." He said, his voice soft and gentle. "If you need me, I'm here, okay? There's not much goin' on at the shop today, so Bobby can afford to be on his own for the rest of the day."

You felt tears brim your eyes as you kept looking at your hands, refusing to look Dean in the eye. "I-I could use some company. . . If t-that's okay." You whispered quietly. Dean tilts your head up gently with his finger so you would look at him.

"I'll stay with you as long as you need, darlin'." He then surprised you by kissing your head. He was so caring and gentle with you, which was something you weren't used to. He drove back to the house, letting you pick the music for the drive. Once you got back, he called Bobby and explained the situation before following you inside. He grabbed some blankets and popped some popcorn. "So, what movie should we watch? Comedy, rom-com, action?"

"You really don't have to do this for me, Dean. . ." You felt like a burden. You made Dean call out of work just so he could sit here and watch a movie with you. You were an awful friend and roommate.

"You're right, I don't have to, but I want to. . . You're my best friend, Y/n, I want to make sure that you're okay. You've had a stressful day, and you need to unwind a bit. Plus, work was slow, wasn't much for me to do. I'd much rather sit here with my favorite girl and cheer her up." He sits down beside you, draping his arm on the back of the couch.

You leaned into his side, resting your head on his shoulder as you let the tears flow. "I-I just want to be rid of him. He never let's me have any peace."

"Shh," Dean whispered softly, running his fingers through your hair. "I'm here sweetheart. . . He won't hurt you as long as I'm around, okay?" He kissed your head again, making you feel comfort. Storm jumped up on the couch, settling himself in your lap, purring softly. "See, darlin'? Even Storm's here to help you." That made the tears stream down your face harder. It felt like you couldn't breathe. Everything that you had held in from the break up came bursting out all at once, despite your attempts at pushing it down. Dean held you in his arms as you cried. "Breathe, Y/n, I need you to breathe for me, okay?" He murmured gently. You tried to breathe, but it just came out as choked sobs. Your body was shaking as you cried. Dean let you know that he was here, and that you were safe. You knew he was right. Being in his arms was the safest place for you. You knew that Dean would never hurt you, and that he would do everything in his power to protect you.

Once you had calmed down, you found your voice. "Thank you for being here." Your voice was raw and hoarse from crying. Dean didn't mention it, he just smiled softly, kissing your temple.

"Of course, sweetheart. What are friends for?" He continued to run his fingers through your hair, as he could tell that's what was keeping you grounded. "We don't have to go out tonight, we can go some other time, I'm sure that you're tired after the day you've had."

You thought it over for a moment. "Actually, I think I still want to go out tonight. . . I just need to feel normal, and show that what he did doesn't get to me." You state confidently.

Dean grins at your confidence. "That's my girl." He let you get ready for your night out with him. You picked a pair faded ripped jeans from your draw, a black blouse, and a black leather jacket. You combed through your hair, trying to find a style you liked, eventually settling on having it braided. You came out of your room with a smile. Dean let out a low whistle as he saw you.

"You clean up nicely, darlin'." He grins. He was wearing a green flannel over a black shirt that fit him nicely and a pair of faded blue jeans. You couldn't help but smile at the compliment.

"Thanks, De. Shall we get going?" You grab you wallet as Dean grabs his keys.

"Let's go." He smiles, resting a hand on the small of your back as he leads you out the door. You were very aware of his hand against your back. But you shouldn't be thinking about that. Dean was your friend and roommate. You couldn't risk anything. You slid into the Impala as Dean going into the drivers seat. You grinned as the car roared to life. The car was absolutely gorgeous, and you'd love to have an old car like this. That is, if you still drove. Past pains rear its ugly head into your thoughts, making you think of things you wish you could forget. You push it aside. Tonight was about having fun with your best friend.

You showed the bouncer your ID and you were let into the bar with Dean. It was packed since it was karaoke night. You and Dean slid up to the bar, you ordered your favorite drink and Dean got a whiskey and coke. "So, ya thinking about gettin' up there and singing?" Dean smirked as he looked to you.

"Me? Nah, I can't really sing." You shrugged.

"One, that's bullshit. I hear you singing in the shower all the time and you sound amazing. And two, no one who sings karaoke can sing. I'll do it with you if you sing." He offered you up a smile. You could never resist that boyish smile he had.

"I hate you, I hope you know that." Despite your words, you couldn't help the smile that spread across your face.

"Say what you want sweetheart. But hey, you get to pick the song and I can't complain."

"Oh really?" You smirked. "So if I picked a Taylor Swift song, you wouldn't say anything?"

"Hey, I can get down with TSwizzle, okay?" Dean held up his hands in defense. You couldn't help the laughter that racked through your body.

"You did not just say TSwizzle-" You continued to laugh, Dean joining in.

"All I'm sayin' is that you can pick whatever song you like."

You went up to the karaoke machine, scrolling through until you found the perfect duet for you two. I Remember Everything by Zach Bryan and Kacey Musgraves. "We're up next." You grin as you pull Dean towards the stage. Dean followed you up on stage, grabbing the mic. "Ready?" Dean nods as the song starts. Despite having never heard the song, he did it justice. You never knew Dean could sing. When you sang your parts together, Dean smiled over at you, his eyes gleaming. Once the song was over, he helped you down from the stage.

"Y/n, you were amazing! I knew you had a good voice, but damn, that was beautiful." He praised you, gently patting your shoulder.

"Me? Dean, I had no idea you could sing like that. You were fantastic!" You gently punch his shoulder.

Dean chuckled softly, rubbing the back of his neck as the tip of his ears turn pink. "Thank you, sweetheart, I appreciate it." He grinned.

"Aaand I think that some of the girls over there found your singing attractive." You chuckled as you looked over to a group of girls that were eyeballing Dean. "You should go talk to them!" You encouraged.

"Nah," He shook his head. "This night is about you and me, and celebrating our friendship." He gave you a smile. You couldn't help the small butterflies you felt in your stomach. Instead of going off with a girl, he wanted to spend time with you. But at the same time, you felt bad, because you felt like you were keeping him from having a fun time.

You felt like screaming at yourself, because you always did this. Every time there was something good going in your life, you found a way to get in your head and overthink things. You wished you could turn those voices in your head off. Sometimes those voices got particularly loud, especially in times like these. You tried to push them away and have a good time with Dean, but you couldn't help it.

"You okay, Y/n? You got really quiet all of a sudden." Dean said softly. Damnit, he knew you too well.

"Oh, yeah, it's um, it's just been a long day, y'know?" You cleared your throat, looking up at him.

"We can head home if you'd like?" He suggested, tilting his head to the side.

"No no, I'd hate to be a bother. You look like you're having so much fun, and I don't want to ruin that." You spoke softly.

"Sweetheart, if you're tired or you just don't feel up to being here anymore, you can tell me. I won't be upset. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable or feel like you have to stay for my sake. Besides, I don't care where we are, as long as we're together, I'm happy to spend time with you."

You gave him a soft smile. "I just don't think I'm in the right headspace right now." You sighed. "It's just been a long day with a lot going on. . . I promise to make it up to you."

"Don't worry about it, Y/n, we can just spend some time together and watch a movie if you'd like?"

"I'd really like that, De. . . Thank you." You whispered gently. Dean ruffled your hair and went to pay for the tab. You rode home in a comfortable silence as Dean hummed along to the radio. You were stuck in your own head again, per usual. You were leaned against the window, feeling the cool glass on your cheek.

"Are you sure everything's alright, sweetheart?" He asked, looking over to you. "You've been awfully quiet."

"I dunno, I'm just really struggling mentally today. After everything that happened this afternoon, I just feel so. . . empty?"

"I get it darlin'. What do you need? Do you need some time by yourself, or do you wanna curl up on the couch with me and watch some Dr. Sexy MD?" He questioned, his voice gentle.

"I think that spending some time with you could help. . ." You couldn't help but smile. You felt safe with Dean, and even though you were having a tough time, you knew that everything was going to be okay as long as you were with him.

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Cinnamon and Sugar Masterlist

Summary: You were working at your local coffee shop/book store. It was a slow day, as it always seemed to be. You were studying for your midterm in Chemistry when a man you’ve never seen before walks through the door. His eyes were the first thing that caught your attention. They were a bright green, almost like emeralds. You couldn’t help but look a little longer that was socially acceptable.

All Dean Winchester wanted in that moment was a cup of coffee. He was dog-tired from constantly working on cars with Bobby. The usual place he went to was too busy, so he decided to try his luck at a small coffee shop/book store that was just down the road. As soon as he walked in, he felt at ease. There was soft music playing in the background, the smell of coffee and old books danced in the air. But as he drew closer to the counter were you sat, the scent of Cinnamon and Sugar

General Warnings: Mentions of depression, anxiety, death, abusive relationship, toxic family, maybe smut (jury’s still out on that one) language, fluff (if you’re lucky)

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Reader

AU: Coffee Shop

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

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I'm back! After a ~very~ long hiatus! I got burnt out on writing for a long time, but I'm back now and working on my Cinnamon and Sugar fanfic! I will start taking requests soon!

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Cinnamon and Sugar

Chapter Four

Warnings: None

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Characters: Dean, Jo, Reader, Benny Laffite (mentioned only)

Word count: 1.5k

You looked around your nearly empty apartment. Pretty much everything was packed up, and what wasn't was going to be thrown away. You still had a few days until you had to move, but today was moving day. The truck was going to be there in four hours, and there was still things to be done.

You had searched for days on end for another apartment, not wanting to impose on Dean. When nothing came up, you finally decided to take Dean up on his offer. Dean was very sweet about the entire thing. He already had a spare bedroom set up, and even a cat bed for Storm. Hell, he even offered to help you move, to which you declined politely. He had already done so much for you and he barely knew you.

Normally, you would find the entire situation strange, but there was something about Dean, like he would never hurt you.

"Alright, Storm." You said, looking around. "Are you ready to go to your new home?" Your cat gave a sad meow. "No, silly, I meant a new home with me. I'm not leaving you behind." Storm began purring as he weaved between your legs. "God, you're a weird cat."

Not only were you stressed about having to move out, but you also had midterms in three days. But then you had Christmas break; four weeks off of school where you could just sit around in your pajamas and watch Christmas movies.

"Knock knock." A voice said, opening the door. "It's your favorite person!"

You rolled your eyes as you looked at the blonde girl. "Since when are you my favorite person, Jo?"

"Since we were ten, duh. Besides, I have to be your favorite, I'm here to help you finish packing and move your stuff into Dean's house." Jo said, grabbing a stack of books and neatly placing them in a box. "Even though I offered to let you stay at my place."

"Jo," You sighed. "I told you, if your landlord caught me living at your apartment, then you would be kicked out and neither of us would have a place to live."

"I know, It's just. . . You barely know Dean. He could be a serial killer."

"And that would be an upgrade from the last guy I lived with, so. . ."

"Y/N," Jo shook her head.

"Jo."

"Are you okay?" She asked gently. "You haven't really talked about Michael all that much and-"

"It's because I don't want to talk about it." You stopped her. "When I'm ready to tell you what happened, I will. But right now, I'm nowhere near ready to discuss it. No matter how much you and Jack badger me about it."

"We badger you because we care, Y/N/N." Jo objected.

"I know you do, but sometimes it's best to just give me some time. I promise I'll talk to you guys about it soon. Just give me a little more time."

Jo gave you a worried look but said nothing else. "So, what are you doing for Christmas?"

You made a face at your best friend. She was jumping from one touchy subject to the next. "I don't know. . . If Jack doesn't come home from Duke, I might go visit him. You could come too. Make a road trip out of it."

"That's a sixteen hour drive, Y/N. If we were to visit Jack, we would be taking a plane." Jo said as she packed up a few band t-shirts.

"Do you have money for a ticket?" You arched an eyebrow. "Cuz I sure as hell don't."

"Touché."

You decided to play some music while the two of you continued to pack up your apartment. Listening to music was the only way to make you unwind. You loved to her the loud beat of the drums and the hum of the guitar. The two of you danced around as you tossed things into boxes.

"Aren't your neighbors doing to report this?" Jo asked loudly over the music.

"What are they gonna do? Kick me out?" You responded, jumping around.

"This is why I love you!" Jo giggled.

Two hours later, you had everything packed up, and the stuff that wasn't was sorted into two piles: Throw away, and donate.

You and Jo fell back onto the couch, both of you out of breath. "I am exhausted." You wheezed.

"You're telling me." Jo agreed. "Hey, you wanna get some pizza?"

"If you're buying."

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"So," You said, after taking a bite out of your pizza. "Why didn't you want to pursue anything with Dean again?"

"I mean, it's not that I didn't. He's a nice guy, super hot, pretty smart, but it just didn't seem right." Jo explained. "It's almost like I was stealing him from someone. I could tell that he didn't belong with me."

"Huh," You furrowed your eyebrows. "I've literally never heard someone say that about having sex before." You laughed.

"Oh shut up!" Jo growled. "You make it out to sound like I'm crazy."

"I mean. . ."

Jo glared at you from across the table. "I will hit you with something."

"I'd like to see you try. Your aim sucks." You challenged. Jo hurriedly got up and picked up a pillow from on the couch and chucked it at your head. "Hey!"

"Well, would you look at that, I guess my aim doesn't suck after all." Jo smirked.

"You little -" You picked up the pillow she threw at you and aimed for her stomach.

There was a knock at the door, which interrupted the fight that you were having with Jo.

You opened the door to see Dean on the other side. "Dean, hey! What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to help you move." He said simply.

"Dean I-"

"Nope, you can't stop me." He chuckled as he lifted a box into his arms. "Whatever doesn't fit in the moving van I can put in my car."

You and Jo watched as he carried three boxes out the door. "God he is so sexy." Jo mumbled.

"I thought you said chasing after Dean would be like stealing something from someone?" You inquired, a light grin on your face.

"Doesn't mean I can't admire his great ass." You rolled your eyes and flicked Jo's ear.

"Perv." You mumbled as you grabbed a box and followed Dean out the door. Within twenty minutes, everything had been loaded onto the van.

"Well, that's everything." You huffed, resting your hands on your hips. "Okay, so, Jo and I are going to follow you in our cars, and we'll see you at your house."

You picked up Storm's carrier and put him in the back seat. He was sound asleep, as you slipped a Benadryl in his food earlier because it put him to sleep easily. Storm hated car rides with a burning passion.

It was about a twenty minute drive from your apartment to Dean's place, which was a good thing; you weren't too far away from the coffee shop. His house seemed to be in a good neighborhood.

Jo parked the moving van beside Dean's car. Dean hopped out of his car and began grabbing boxes, taking them inside the house. After several trips back to the car, you finally had all of your boxes in the house. You crouch down and let Storm out of his carrier, and he darts into a corner, glaring at you. "Aaand now he's pissed." You chuckle softly.

"Ah, he'll get over it, sweetheart. Especially when he becomes hungry." Dean comments as he starts helping you unpack.

"Well, it looks like y'all have this handled. I'm gonna go, it's way too crowded in here anyways." Jo says, giving you a hug before leaving.

You and Dean worked in silence for a while as you unpacked. It wasn't an excessive amount of stuff, mostly things for your room. "I'll unpack the clothes, you don't have to worry about that." You tell Dean as he brings in a box labeled 'clothes'. "Thanks for letting me live with you, Dean. I didn't know what I was gonna do. . ." You say quietly.

"Nah, don't worry about it sweetheart, I look at it as a win-win situation. You have a place to stay and I have good company." He gives you a boyish grin.

"Still, I really owe you one. . . I'll have rent to you the first of the month and we can go half on the utilities." You say as you unpack your clothes, putting them in your dresser.

"Don't stress too much on that, sweetheart. I know times are tough, just pitch in when you can, okay?" He gives you a reassuring smile, gently squeezing your shoulder. "I'll leave you to get settled in. I'll order us some Chinese food."

"Oooh, that sounds really good right now." You sigh happily. "Marry me?"

Dean snorts as he looks at his phone. "You're starting to sound like Benny, there, sugar."

"What can I say, it runs in the family." You joke. Dean left to go pick up the food and you were left alone in you thoughts. It was strange to be living somewhere other than your apartment, especially with this man that you met not even three weeks ago. But you trusted Dean, there was just something about his personality that just made you feel safe and secure. Storm jumped on the bed, looking up at you.

"Hey there buddy. . . I know, tell me about it, this whole thing is strange. . ." You sigh as you gently pet him. "Everything's gonna be okay. . ." You weren't sure if you were trying to convince your cat or yourself.

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How I Think The Supernatural Men Would React To Finding Out You’re Pregnant.

Dean:

Convinced he heard you wrong

You have to show him the five positive pregnancy tests you took for him to believe you

Immediately starts freaking out

“W-what are we gonna do?! We can’t raise a baby! Not being a hunter we can’t!”

Is adamant on retiring from hunting to keep you and the baby safe.

Wants to start baby proofing the bunker asap.

“Dean, we have eight months and then some before we have to worry about the baby bumping into corners and trying to stick a fork in an electrical outlet.”

He’s so excited to be a dad, although he’s terrified that he’ll turn out like John.

Calls Jodie and Bobby (He’s alive because I said so) and asks them for advice.

Insists on making the baby listen to Led Zeppelin and AC/DC.

Surprisingly, he can’t wait to start decorating the baby’s room. (He even goes to Ikea to pick out furniture)

Sam:

Starts laughing because funny enough, you found out you were pregnant on April 1st.

“Very funny, Y/N.”

“I’m serious, Sammy.”

He went to the store and bought you a pregnancy test just to he sure you weren’t messing with him.

“You’re really pregnant?!”

“Told you, dumbass.”

He laughs, but this time it’s from excitement.

He picks you up and spins you around, which wasn’t a good idea due to morning sickness

“I’m sorry, sweetheart.” He apologizes as he holds your hair back while you throw up.

“I hate you.”

Makes a list of baby names. He wants to name the baby after either Jodie or Bobby (His real parents) whether that be their first or middle name.

Human!Cas:

Honestly doesn’t know how to react.

He’s nervous about being a father.

He has literally no idea how to take care of a baby.

So he buys a ton of child care books. And I mean a ton.

Once he stops freaking out, he feels excitement overwhelm him.

He literally watches you like a hawk and refuses to let you do any kind of work.

He’s so scared that someone will come after you that he insists on hiding in the bunker for the rest of eternity.

“Cas, I am not staying in the bunker for the rest of my life.”

“It’s just a thought.”

He, strangely enough, wants to go clothes shopping for the baby. He sees all the tiny baby clothes and gets really excited.

“It’s so small.” He smiles.

He ends up being an amazing father.

100% thinks you’re lying.

“You’re not pregnant, there’s no way.”

“Well, you see, when an Archangel and a human love each other very much-”

He doesn’t know how to react when he truly finds out you’re pregnant.

He starts to freak out.

"Everyone knows what happens to humans that carry Nephlim babies!"

"Does everyone know that?"

Gabriel will stop at nothing to make sure that you're not harmed when you deliver the baby.

#Supernatual #gabriel supernatural #supernatural fluff #supernatural imagine

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We hit 300 followers! Thank you guys so, so much! You have no idea how much I appreciate all of your support! I'm sorry I haven't been writing much lately, as college has already started back up for me and I have a ton of work! But I promise I am getting to everything, just very slowly.

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Misunderstanding (Wanda x Fem!Reader)

Warnings: Angst, fluff, smut, oral sex, (reader giving) Bottom!Wanda, Bratty!Wanda, Jeaslous!Wanda, mentions of cheating, slightly unhealthy relationship dynamic

Pairings: Wanda x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2k

Summary: After a huge misunderstanding, you make make Wanda pay for her attitude.

A/N: I wrote this in one day and I’m very surprised with myself. I honestly thought this was going to take at least a week to write. But anyways, happy reading!

Wanda glowered from across the room as she watched you talking to Sam. You had been talking to everyone else but her for the entire night. The only reason she had decided to go to Tony Stark's party was because you wanted her to go. But it seemed like that was a lie. You were talking to people in hushed tones, a large smile plastered on your face as you did so.

Wanda was very secure in your relationship. You two always talked about everything you were feeling and what would upset you. She was in love with you, and she never got jealous. That was, until recently. You had been very secretive as of late. You would quietly whisper to Natasha and Maria and then go radio silent whenever Wanda got closer. You were getting phone calls from unknown numbers and you would disappear without saying a word. And when Wanda questioned you about it, you just brushed it off.

She was becoming increasingly frustrated. She didn't know what had gotten into you lately. It hurt that you were pulling away, and it hurt that you were talking to other people and not her.

"You think she'll like it?" You asked Sam, showing him a picture of the engagement ring you picked out.

"Of course she will. It's beautiful." He smiled as he looks at the picture of the golden band with a red ruby sitting in the middle. "I'm so happy for you, Y/N. You and Wanda really deserve each other."

"Thanks, Sam." You said, a giddy expression on your face. "I know that I'm getting ahead of myself, and this is a lot to ask of you, but would you walk me down the aisle? You guys are the only family I have, and you're like a big brother to me-"

Sam laughed happily as he took you into his arms. "I would love to."

Wanda watched with clenched teeth as you threw your arms around Sam. She threw back a shot, slamming it on the table. Wanda approached as you pulled away from your friend.

"I want to go home." She demanded.

"Okay, just give me a second to say goodbye-" You began, only to have Wanda cut you off.

"No, I want to go now!" She insisted. At Sam's look, she added, "I don't feel good."

"Yeah, of course, baby. Let's go." You kissed her head, taking her hand in yours. "I'll see you later, Sam."

Once you were in the car, Wanda stared out the window, refusing to look at you. You let out a soft sigh as you drove to your shared apartment. You were worried about Wanda, as she wasn't acting like herself lately. Granted, you weren't acting like yourself either, but that was because you were trying to hide the fact that you were proposing. You had it all planned out, you were taking her to dinner next week for your three-year anniversary, and afterwards, you wanted to take her to the park where you first confessed your feelings to her a propose.

"Wanda, are you okay?" You asked gently.

"I'm fine." She snapped. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"Wanda-"

"Just. . . Don't. I don't feel like talking to you." You swallowed thickly as tears stung your eyes.

"Okay," You mumbled, gripping the steering wheel tightly. "Message received." Wanda looked over at you, guilt flashing in her eyes as she looked at your pained face. As soon as you parked the car in front of your house, Wanda got out, slamming the door behind her. You let out a shaky breath as you watched her enter the house. She was upset. That much you gathered. And you think you finally figured out why.

"Wanda, we need to talk." You said, walking inside to find her curled up on the couch with your dog, Muffin.

"I told you, I don't want to-"

"Well, I don't give a damn!" You growled. "You've acted like a brat all night, and I think I know why. So you're going to sit here and listen to me."

"If you know so much, then enlighten me, Y/N."

"You think I'm cheating on you, don't you?" She said nothing as she looked down at her hands. "Jesus, Wan. Do you really think so low of me?"

"Well, what was I supposed to think?! You've been so secretive lately and you've been disappearing with no excuse as to why!" She cried, causing Muffin to jump down and go hide in your room.

"You should have said something, Wanda!"

"Why? So you could come up with a good excuse as to why you've been acting like I'm not important enough for your time?"

"Not important enough? Wanda, are you kidding me?" You scoffed, going to sit next to her. "You are the most important person in my life, baby."

"Well, you haven't been acting like it lately." She sniffed.

"I know, and I'm sorry. It's just. . . I didn't want to have to do it like this." You admitted.

"Oh gods, you're breaking up with me, aren't you?" She wailed.

"No!" You shook your head furiously. "Let me talk, woman!" You closed your eyes as you gained your composure. "Wanda, you are the best thing to ever happen to me. I was lost before I met you, I was scared and I didn't have a family. And then I meet you, and I have everything I've ever wanted. I've got a gorgeous girlfriend, an amazing family, and a home to call my own. I look in your eyes and I feel comfort. I feel safe and loved. And I am so incredibly lucky to call you my girlfriend." You slid off the couch and got on one knee, pulling out a velvet black box from your jacket. Wanda gasped as she realized what was happening. "Now, I wanted to take you to dinner and then to that little park uptown, but this works too." You gently opened the box to reveal the golden band you had previously showed Sam. "Wanda Maximoff, will you make me the happiest woman alive, and agree to be my wife?"

Wanda sat there speechless as she nodded her head, a light mist shining in her eyes. You laughed happily as you got up and pressed a kiss to her lips. You pulled away, sliding the ring on her finger.

“I’m so sorry!” Wanda sniffed. “I never should have accused you of cheating! I should have just trusted you, and I ruined your plan. I’m the worst girlfriend ever.”

“Don’t say that, Wanda.” You scolded. “You didn’t ruin anything. And you are not the worst girlfriend ever. . . You’re the worst fiancé ever.” At the look on Wanda’s face, you hurriedly said, “I’m kidding, babe! I’m kidding!” You pulled her into your arms, stroking her hair softly. “You’re a great fiancé, and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”

“I don’t deserve you.” She whispered.

“Please, darling, you deserve way better than me.” You mumbled, kissing the top of her head. “I’m sorry I made you think I was cheating. I should have communicated with you better, and that’s on me.”

“I don’t want to talk about that right now.” Wanda said breathlessly, her fingers pulling at the hem of your shirt.

“Hmm,” You hummed, a grin tugging at your lips. “I see.” You pulled away from her, making her whine. “Ah, ah, whiny girls don’t get what they want so easily. And you’ve been very whiny tonight.” You scooped Wanda up in your arms, making her squeal. She wrapped her arms around your neck as you carried her through the house and into your shared room. You gently tossed her down on the bed, her red hair falling into her face. You pulled off her boots, followed by her jeans. She was frustrated, and you loved every second of it. You slowly began to unbutton your shirt, followed by your pants.

“Y/N, please hurry.” She begged.

“Be patient, darling.”

You straddled Wanda, your hair creating a curtain around your face. You began kissing her neck, making sure to leave bruises that would show in morning light. Her breathing was becoming heavy, and her body needy. You pressed your knee against her clit, making her whimper at the pressure. “Mm, I can feel how wet you are through my jeans. You’re soaked babygirl.” Wanda began grinding against your leg, looking for a release. “Naughty girl.” You chastised her, pulling away. You continued to pepper her neck with soft kisses before unbuttoning her blouse and throwing it on the floor. You smirked as you realized she wasn’t wearing a bra.

You took Wanda’s breast in your mouth, your tongue swirling around her nipple. She dug her nails into your back, causing you to moan in pleasure. “Y/N,” She whined. “Please.”

“Oh, no, sweetheart. You weren’t very kind tonight. You have to wait.” Wanda huffed as you trailed your fingers down her body, leaving trails of fire in their wake. You kissed Wanda’s thighs, getting closer to where she wanted you to be. She knew not to beg, otherwise she wouldn’t get what she was craving. “Are you going to be a good girl?” You hummed against her skin. “Hm?”

“Yes, I’ll be a good girl.” She whimpered.

“Do you promise?”

“Yes, I promise!” She damn near cried. You decided that she had enough teasing and finally deserved a little something. You slid her panties down her legs and tossed them on the floor to join the rest of your clothes. You ran a finger through her folds, slick covering your digit.

“So wet for me.” You purred.

“Yes,” Wanda breathed. “Just for you.” She spread her legs wider, giving you better access. You put your mouth on her clit, sucking gently. Wanda let out a high-pitched moan. You began to kitten-lick her pussy, enjoy the sweet taste of her cunt.

“So good.” You mumbled. “Such a good girl for me.” You reached your hand up and began twisting her nipple in between your thumb and forefinger. “Let me hear you, babygirl.”

“Oh fuck!” Wanda moaned, gripping your hair in a vice lock. “Ngh! Just like that!” You slipped a finger into her pussy, pumping in and out while you licked her clit. You could feel her walls clench around your digit as you curled it inside of her. She was a whimpering mess beneath you, begging for a release. “Please,” She pleaded. “Let me cum!”

“Not yet, darling.” You growled. “You don’t cum until I say you can.” You slowly added two more digits, making Wanda scream in pleasure. Her breathing was labored and her eyes were dilated, signaling that she was ready. “There you go,” You praised. “Good girl. You’re almost there.”

“Oh, fuck! Don’t stop, please!” She begged. You removed your fingers, only to be replaced by your tongue. “Fuck!” You toyed with her clit, trying to get her to cum on your tongue.

“Cum for me Wanda. Right on my tongue.” You demanded. With your permission and a shuddering moan, she came in your mouth. Her thighs clenched around your head as her body spasmed under your touch.

You pulled away, licking the slick off your lips. “You did such a wonderful job, baby.” You climbed up on the bed, covering Wanda’s body with yours. Her cheeks were flushed red and there was a sheen a sweat covering her forehead. You gently kissed her, letting her taste herself on your lips.

You laid down beside Wanda, pulling her close to your chest, tucking her hair behind her ear. “I love you.” You whispered into her ear.

“I love you more.”

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hey, if you don't mind, id like to request smut for wanda maximoff.

bottom!wanda x reader where wanda is jealous and whiny, maybe.

love ur writing! thanks for your time! ❤

Hi!

I would LOVE to write that for you! I've seen a lot of Top!Wanda and barely any Bottom!Wanda, so I will try to do that justice!

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff smut #mcu fic

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MCU Masterlist

Bucky Barnes:

As The World Caves In (Bucky x Fem!Reader)

Thor Odinson:

Steve Rogers:

Loki Laufeyson:

Wanda Maximoff:

Misunderstanding (Wanda x Fem!Reader)

Pietro Maximoff:

Natasha Romanoff:

Yelena Belova:

I am open to requests!

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As The World Caves In (Bucky x Fem!Reader)

Warnings: MAJOR Angst, depression, mentions of blood, fluff

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 5.1k (Seesh)

Summary: You wake up in an unfamiliar place, trying to sort through your memories and figure out what happened, you discover your new powers. As old memories surface, you remember that you were experimented on by the infamous Aldrich Killian and were injected by the Extremis serum. In order to keep your family safe, you stay away. That is, until one day, you see a familiar boy swinging through the streets of Brooklyn.

Burning fire.

That's what it felt like.

Fire coursed through your veins as red hot anger filled your body. You couldn't describe why you were so angry, you just knew you were. After the anger subsided, you began to take in your surroundings. You were in a cold, dank basement, or maybe it was a prison cell. There was a small twin bed in the corner, and a toilet in the other. Bars lined the one small window as well as the door. Definitely a prison cell, you decided. "How nice." You mumbled.

It seemed like there was no one around, as the only thing that could be heard was the sound of your breathing. "Hello?" You called out in attempts to catch someone's attention. "Anyone there." Silence. "Damn it." You paced around your cell, looking for any way to escape. You couldn't even remember how you had gotten there. Did you even remember your own name? What was your name?

"My. . . My name. . . What is it. C'mon man, think. Think!" You hit the side of your head, as if that would help you remember your name. "Y/N!" You shouted in glee. "Y/N Parker, that's it. And. . . And my little brother's name is Peter." The memories started to flood your brain. You smiled as you thought of the time you taught Peter how to ride a bike and how to shave. Of course he failed miserably at both. Clumsy kid.

What really bugged you was you had no idea how you even got to where you were. Or where you were in the first place. For all you knew, you could be in Siberia. Nah, it wasn't cold enough to be Siberia. Or was it? Did you even feel the cold anymore? "Alright, Y/N, enough with the existential crisis. How do I get out of here?"

You try to kick the cell open, but no dice. Why did you think that would work? Idiot. "C'mon!" You shouted angrily. You needed to get out of here. You needed to get back to your little brother and Aunt May. What would they think when they saw you? How long had it been since you had been gone? Had it been a week? A month? A year? Ten years? Was Peter fully grown and now graduating college? And how did you stay alive all this time without any food or water?

You shook the bars of the cell, yelling with rage. You felt warm. Too warm. Like when you were younger and had a fever of 104.2 and Aunt May had to take you to the hospital. It felt like that. To your surprise, the metal beneath your hands began to warp and melt. You jumped back in surprise. "What in the hell?" You looked down to see your hands were glowing red. You didn't feel any pain, which seemed odd.

You placed your hands back on the bars, watching as the iron melt under your touch. You stepped through the large hole, looking down the narrow hallway. "What the fuck have I gotten myself into?"

---

It had been two months since you escaped your prison cell. Although, it wasn't much of a prison. You had searched the entire place and didn't find a single soul. It was barren of any life whatsoever. It appeared to once inhabited hundreds of people, but by the looks of it, that was decades ago. When you exited the detention center, you found that you had been dropped off on Long Island. You had no idea how you had gotten there, or what lead to you gaining. . . Fire powers?

You had been living on the streets for the past couple of months, refusing to go home to your family. It's not that you didn't want to see your brother and your aunt, you really missed them. However, you had no idea how to control your powers or what they even did. You didn't want to hurt them. So you kept your head down and took care of yourself the best you could. Albeit, that was hard considering you were now homeless living in New York.

You had seen many articles in the papers and all over the news about a man named Aldrich Killian and a group called Mandarin. He used people as test subjects for his new invention, the Extremis serum. From what you read, it changed the hosts genetic code and granted them superhuman strength, endurance, and a healing factor. Apparently, it also allowed the person to control the amount of heat expelled from their body. Only one person survived. Pepper Potts. You knew her to be the girlfriend of infamous Tony Stark. Your little brother was obsessed with him.

You didn't know what happened to her after that huge battle went down between Aldrich and Stark. For all you knew, she was still the same as you were; whatever that was. You had been researching, seeing if there was a cure, but as far as you knew, there wasn't one. So until there was a breakthrough, you decided to keep things the way they were. To keep the ones you loved safe.

You tried to remember what happened before you were captured, but it only came in glimpses. You remembered you had joined the Marines around three years prior. But that's the most that came to memory.

Two months turned into two years. Two years since you had seen your family. You now rented a small apartment in the Bronx and had a job in a coffee shop. It wasn't luxurious, but it paid the bills.

It was a regular Saturday morning, one of your only days off this week, when a video popped up on the screen. New Superhero deemed Spiderman saves elderly woman from getting hit by a car. What kind of name was Spiderman?

"Excuse me, Mr. Spiderman," A young reporter called to the guy.

"Oh, um, you don't have to call me Mr." He gave a shaky laugh. You narrowed your eyes, staring at the screen intently. Why did he sound so familiar?

"I have to say, you are becoming one of the locals favorite superhero's. I believe that is a huge compliment considering all the other hero's that occupy The United States. What do you have to say to that?"

Spiderman scratched the back of his neck nervously. "Well, that is a very big compliment," He agreed. "But there's no way I could ever compete with people like Iron Man and Captain America."

"Modest too." The woman giggled, laying a hand on the man's shoulder. He seemed surprised at the gesture, like no girl had ever looked at him before then. "Tell me, what inspires you to do what you do?"

"That's an easy question." He said confidently. You figured his answer was going to be some generic stuff like, 'It's for the greater good.' or 'I do it for the people of New York.' No, what came out of his mouth genuinely shocked you. "I do it for my big sister. She went missing three years ago and we've never been able to find her. She was my big sister, my best friend, and a mother to me. I do this because I know it would make her proud."

Your ears began to ring as your surroundings faded out around you. It was so clear to you now. You knew that voice. You would know it anywhere. Sure, it was a bit deeper than the last time you had heard it, but it was still the same childlike voice you remember from your childhood. "Peter."

"Well, Spiderman, that is truly touching. I'm sorry to hear about your loss. Is there any last words you would like to say to the camera?"

Peter nodded. "Y/N, if you're watching this, come home. We miss you."

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You had mulled over the decision for weeks. You kept fighting with yourself back and forth over whether or not you should do this. Ever since the interview with 'Spiderman,' you had been thinking about going home. In the end, you decided to go see them. After all, it was only a 30 minute drive from The Bronx to Queens. You were honestly surprised he had never seen you before.

You knocked on the door softly, bouncing on the balls of your feet nervously. "Just a second!" A familiar female voice said from behind the door. This was your last chance to back out. You knew that May was nearly at the door, but you were fast and could get down the stairs before she ever saw you. No. You told yourself firmly. You had finally learned how to control your powers and you knew that you wouldn't purposefully hurt your loved ones. This was the day that you see your family again.

May answered the door looking rather frazzled, like she had just woken up. Her long brown hair was knotted up and frizzy, and she had dark bags under her eyes. "Sorry about that," She said, not looking up. "You caught me at the wro-" Her brown eyes finally glanced up into yours. Her face was one of complete and utter shock. She didn't know how to process what she was seeing. She didn't fully believe it.

"Y/N?" She whispered. She placed her hands on either side of your face, trying to come to terms with what was in front of her. Feeling your skin beneath her fingertips made it feel more real. "Is it really you?" Her eyes filled with tears.

"It's me, Aunt May. It's really me." You nodded. She cried out with joy, throwing her arms around you.

"Oh, my sweet girl." She mumbled as she squeezed you tightly. "W-we looked for you. For years we looked for you. The military said that despite their best efforts, you had gone A.W.O.L. and there was nothing that they could do to find you. We hired a private investigator and she couldn't find you either. What happened to you?"

"I'll explain that later." You assured her. "Where is Peter?"

"He's at school. I-I have to go get him! Like, right now! He has to know that you're alive!"

"Okay, Aunt May. I'll be waiting here."

"Okay." She smiled as she kissed your cheek. Normally you would pull away and wipe your cheek, but this was no normal situation. "It's so good to have you back."

45 minutes later, Aunt May and Peter had returned. "Aunt May, what is going on?" He asked nervously. "Did I do something wrong? Why was I pulled out of school? You never pull me out of school."

"Cool it with the questions, Peter. You'll see soon enough." May scolded.

You sat on the couch, bouncing your leg up and down nervously. It was an anxiety tic that you had since you were little. "Okay," Aunt May spoke. "Before you go in there, try not to bombard her with questions. Don't get angry, or over-excited. Just be as calm as you can, okay?"

"Aunt May, you're scaring me a little." Peter admitted.

"Sorry, sorry. Just. . . Go into the living room. There's something waiting for you." You saw a head of fluffy brown hair turn the corner. He had grown quite a bit since the last time you saw him. Of course, that was when he was twelve.

"Y/N?" He whispered, his eyes clouding with tears just as May's had done.

"Hey, kiddo." You flashed him a toothy grin.

Peter smiled widely as he surged forward to hug you. He clung to you tightly, like a child attaching onto their mother. "You were dead. E-everyone thought you were dead." He whimpered. You hugged your brother tightly, tears flooding your own eyes. You cursed yourself for waiting this long to reach out to your family. You could see the pain and worry that you had caused them. You thought that by staying away, it would make things better. But you could see that it only hurt them more. "I didn't think that though. I knew you had to be alive somewhere. I just knew it. You're stronger than that."

"That's what you think." You spoke softly. Peter peeled himself off of you, his face was red and puffy. "Let's sit down. We should talk about what happened."

You didn't know whether you wanted to tell the truth or not. Because telling them the truth could put them in danger somehow. But not telling them the truth could do more harm than good. As far as you knew, everyone having to do with the whole Extremis serum thing was either dead. "Okay, this is going to sound really strange, but I need you guys to bear with me, okay?"

You began telling them everything you knew. You told them of Aldrich Killian and the Extremis serum and what it had done to you. They listened intently without any interruption or disbelief. You explained to them why you stayed away for two years and what you were doing that entire time. "I know I made you guys worry, and I am so sorry for that. I just didn't want to put you in danger. I thought that I might hurt someone without meaning to. That one night I might be having a nightmare and that you would try to wake me up and I would hurt you. You have to understand, the whole reason I stayed away was to protect you."

"Then why did you come back?" Peter questioned. He didn't say it in a vindictive or snarky way, more as a genuine question.

"Because I learned how to control myself. I don't get as angry as I used to. And I've taught myself how to use my powers."

"Well," Aunt May interrupted. "Either way, we're just glad to have you back, Y/N. We'll have to get the legal things sorted out, but other than that, that should be it. I'll let you and Peter catch up while I grab some dinner."

As soon as May was out of the door, you looked over to your little brother. "So, you're Spiderman, huh?"

Peter's eyes widened in shock. "W-what?" He stammered.

"Aw, c'mon kid. Don't play innocent with me. I know that was you in that interview. You still have the same voice as you did when you were twelve." You joked, ruffling his hair. "The last thing you said, that's also another reason I came home. I wanted to give you and Aunt May some piece of mind."

"I just wish you would have came home sooner. I'm just glad you decided to come home in the first place, though."

"Yeah, I bet you are." You grinned. "You need someone to cover your ass when you're out saving the citizens of New York."

Peter let out a small laugh at your words. "I missed you."

"I missed you too, kiddo."

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CIRCA CIVIL WAR ERA

Ever since you returned home, you began taking Peter to and from school everyday. You remembered how much you despised riding the bus when you were in school, and you couldn't put your brother through that. Especially since he was so dorky and socially awkward.

"So, you like her?" You questioned, your hands stuffed in your jean pockets. "This M.J girl?"

"Y/N," He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Aw, c'mon little P. Tell me what she's like. Is she smart? Pretty? Kind?" Peter stayed silent, a small blush appearing on his cheeks. "Ah, all of the above then?"

"Shut up." He mumbled. You grinned as you opened the door to your apartment, only to see Aunt May, and what looked to be Tony Stark, sitting on the couch together. They were too close for your comfort.

"Hey Aunt May." Peter said, a confused look on his face.

"Mmm. Hey." She smiled nervously. "How was school today?

"It was. . . Fine?" Peter said skeptically. The two of you rounded the corner to see your aunt with. . . Was that Tony Stark?! With a black eye?

"What the fu-" Peter smacked the back of your head, giving you a pointed look and flashing his eyes towards Aunt May. "dge. Fudge." You cleared your throat. "Aunt May, is that. . . Tony Stark?"

"Mr. Parker." He said, looking over to Peter. "And you're his older sister, I presume?" You nod skeptically. Tony eyed you up and down, making you glare at him.

"Um. . ." You look over at Peter with wide eyes. What did you get yourself into? You silently ask. "Hey! Uh, I'm--I'm--I'm Peter." He had a twinkle in his eyes, something he only got when he was excited about something.

"Y/N." You introduced yourself shortly.

"Tony."

" What are . . .what are you--what are you--what are you doing here?" Peter questioned.

"It's about time we met. You've been getting my e-mails, right?" Emails? You mouth.

"Yeah, yeah," Peter mumbled, a slightly confused look on his face. "Right. Regarding the. . ." He looked over to you, but you just shrugged. You had no clue what was happening right now.

"You didn't even tell me about the grant." Aunt May frowned.

"Same here." You agreed, crossing you arms and looking down at your brother.

"About the grant." He finished.

"The September Foundation." Tony prompted.

"Right."

"Yeah. Remember when you applied?" He said.

"Yeah."

"Okay, as entertaining as this is. . . I've got things to do."

"Uh, actually, Miss Parker, I was wanting to talk to you as well." Tony stopped you.

You laughed, shaking your head. "What could you possibly have to talk to me about?"

---

"Okay, so you're saying that if we help you with this stupid fight with your. . . Ex friends? That you'll give me the cure for my. . . Condition?"

"Yes. That's exactly what I'm saying."

"That's kind of a crappy thing to hold over someone's head, don't you think?"

"I've done worse."

"We're in." Peter said eagerly. You threw him a look.

"Great! I'll be in touch." And with that, Tony was gone.

As soon as you were sure that Tony was out of the apartment, you turned on your brother. "We're in, really?" You hissed. "Did you even think about consulting me before you accepted to this nut jobs offer? What if I didn't want to work with him?"

"But. . . You do, right? I mean, why wouldn't you want the cure?"

"Because I've finally learned to live with this condition. And it's my disease to live with, not yours. You don't get a say in this, Peter. I didn't want to help him. He's an ass."

"But isn't it worth it, Y/N? To help him just this once, and then you'll be cured of this awful thing."

"Awful thing." You scoffed. "Really, Peter? Read my lips, kid. I don't want to be cured. If you asked me two years ago, then I would have said yes. I am finally okay in my body and with my powers, and I don't want them taken away. So you can call Stark and tell him that I don't want it. And if you were smart, you wouldn't help him either. He's going to get you in a lot of trouble and I don't want to see you get hurt."

After that day, you and Peter weren't on the best of terms. He kept bugging you about joining Starks team to defeat Captain America, for some reason that you still didn't understand. Something about Steve Rogers friend and the Sokovia Accords. From what you did understand, you agreed with Steve.

You were out for your daily jog when two men joined on either side of you. You recognized both of them. It was the Falcon and Captain America. You stopped in your tracks and took out your earbuds. "You know, if I didn't recognize you two, I would've tried to stab you with my pocket knife." You admitted.

"Why the hell do you have a pocket knife?" Sam asked, startled.

"I'm a woman that lives in New York. Why do you think I carry around a pocket knife. Now, can I help you?"

"That all depends on you." Steve said. The three of you found a deserted café so you could talk without curious ears.

"Okay, so I know that basics of what is going on." You confessed. "Stark has already approached me and my brother, hoping to get us to join his side."

"So we've heard." Steve nodded.

"We've also heard that you weren't too enthusiastic about Starks proposition." Sam spoke.

"Yeah, well, he assumed that I am in need of curing. Which I'm not, and if my obnoxious little brother would have let me speak, then he would have known that I don't plan on joining Starks side just because he has the cure for the Extremis serum. I don't like Stark, and I sure as hell don't agree with his ideologies. So what reason would I have to join Stark?"

"That's exactly our point." Sam said. "So why not help us instead of Stark?"

"Maybe because I'm not an Avenger or a superhero? Or because my little brother would be on the opposing side?"

"You may not be an Avenger or superhero, but your little brother is becoming one. Stark is recruiting him and soon enough, he'll be an Avenger. And then do you know what will happen?" Steve said, his eyes watching you intently. You shifted uncomfortably under his gaze. "Peter will belong to the government. He'll be sent of somewhere to do God knows what. Things that will put him in danger and force him to bend his morals. Do you really want that for your brother?"

"You guys really love holding stuff over peoples heads to get them to do what you want, huh? First Stark offering me the cure to the Extremis serum, and now you guys telling me that my brother is doomed if Stark wins this fight." You laughed bitterly. "This is just fucking fantastic."

"Ooh, careful, Steve doesn't like that kind of strong language." Sam jabbed at his friend, earning an eye roll from the man.

"I just want you to know all the facts before you choose a side. If you choose a side, that is."

"I want to do what's best for Peter. I've practically raised the kid. And if protecting him means fighting against him, then I'm willing to do that. Just tell me when and where, and I'll be there."

"Thank you, Y/N, we really appreci-" Steve started, going to shake your hand.

"Let's be very clear, I'm not doing this for you or your crusade. I'm doing this for my family, and my family only, if anything goes sideways, or Peter gets hurt because one of you, I will make it my life's mission to make you suffer in ways you can't even imagine. We're not friends, we're business partners. Is that clear?" You said gruffly.

"Crystal."

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It wasn't long after that visit that Steve had made contact with you. You were already in Germany, awaiting for orders. The day Steve approached you while running, you bought a ticket to Germany. You pulled up to a deserted airport in your 2010 Jeep Wrangler that you were renting.

"Y/N," Steve said as you slammed the door shut. "Glad you could make it."

"Not a problem, Cap." You shook his hand, looking around at the other people, including Sam, three unknown men and a young girl that looked 25 to years old. "Would you like to introduce me to your friends?"

"Uh, yeah, you know Sam, that's Clint Barton, Scott Lang, Wanda Maximoff and Bucky Barnes." Steve introduced you. "Everyone, this is Y/N Parker. Stark tried to recruit her, but with a little persuasion, she sided with us." Your eyes lingered tall man named Bucky. He was rather handsome, in your opinion. He had long black hair with stubble to match, and beautiful cerulean blue eyes that reminded you of the ocean.

"So, what's your thing?" Clint asked.

"My thing?"

"Yeah, your thing. Your abilities. Rogers and Barnes are super soldiers, Wanda is a sorceress, Wilson has his wings and Lang over there can shrink to the size of an ant." Clint explained.

"Oh, uh, well, I'm an ex-Marine and a," You scoffed at the next part. "A lab rat. I had something called the Extremis serum injected into me." You noticed that Bucky was looking at you with knowing eyes. He understood what you were going through, you knew that. You had heard stories of the man they called The Winter Soldier. "I am the only test subject still living."

"I'm sorry you had to go through that." Bucky spoke up.

You shrugged lightly. "It's okay. I mean, I can grow limbs back if I just so happen to lose one." The people around you laughed, even Bucky, who looked like he hadn't cracked a smile in years. "And I can melt stuff, so, hey, guess it's not so bad."

"Okay, is everyone ready?" Steve asked. "We're outside the law with this one, so if you're with me, then that means your wanted."

"That's a first." You mumbled. Wanda and Sam, who were the closest to you, snorted with laughter, causing Bucky's eyes to snap over to you. His face softened as he saw your smile, a smile of his own forming on his lips. Only to fade when he saw you and Sam talking to each other in hushed tones.

"He's staring at you." He whispered to you. "I think he likes you."

"I wish." You scoffed. "He's way outta my league."

"Are you kidding me? Have you seen you? You're gorgeous. And in my opinion, you're the one that's outta his league."

"We should get moving." Bucky said, clearing his throat.

"We got a chopper lined up." Clint added. Just as he said that, a man came over the intercom speaking German.

"They're evacuating the airport." Bucky clarified at the confused looks.

"Stark." Sam stated, looking over at Steve.

"Stark?" Scott questioned, looking at him with wide eyes.

"Suit up." Steve commanded. You reached into your Jeep and grabbed your old brown backpack. For a while now, you had been tinkering with some new technology, trying to make a suit that would be able to withstand the heat of your body and help protect you. You were able to create a suit that did both. It had been in the back of your mind for a while; creating something like this. You didn't think that you would ever need it or use it, but there's a first time for everything.

You were headed towards one of the bathrooms to change when Bucky approached you. "Y/N, right?"

"Yeah. And you're Bucky?"

"Yeah. I uh - I remember reading about the Extremis experimentations. I was trying to catch up on everything I've missed. I heard that a lot of the people who were injected with the serum signed up for it. Did you?" He asked.

You were curious as to why Bucky was questioning you about the experiment. Although, you yourself had some questions about the super soldier serum and his time as the Winter Soldier. However, you would never ask him about it, you knew that his trauma was still fresh and in need of healing. You had time to cope with everything that had happened.

"No, I didn't sign up for it. I didn't have a reason to. Most of the people who signed up voluntarily were injured in someway, a lot of them were amputees."

"So what happened? How did you end up getting it?"

You chuckled bitterly. "My platoon was the one in charge of finding the Mandarin and taking him down. We were making our way through one of the villages, trying to find out where he was hiding. One of our bomb dogs started going crazy, pulling my friend Andrew in the direction of the bomb. Not ten seconds later, it went off, taking out half my soldiers. And all I could hear was the terrible, terrible screaming. And then I realized that it was me that was screaming." You kicked off your shoes and jeans, changing into your suit as Bucky did the same. You weren't uncomfortable with changing in front of him. When you were a Marine, you had to change in front of men and women all the time. "The next thing I knew, I was strapped to a table in some cold lab and having the Extremis serum injected into my veins." Bucky watched you with knowing eyes, your story sounding all too similar to his own. "I was able to get out and keep my mind, others weren't so lucky. I knew some of those other soldiers. They were people I had been working with for years, and I could barely recognize them. They looked the same, of course, but their minds belonged to Killian. I guess I found a place to isolate myself until things blew over. It took me a really long time to remember everything. It would come back in pieces, and it felt like waves crashing over me. Like I was drowning. I still don't remember everything, and I don't think I ever will, and I'm okay with that."

Bucky stayed silent for a moment as he slipped on his shirt, followed by his vest. You noticed that there were tons of scars where his metal arm met his shoulder, but decided not to comment on it. "How do you learn to be okay with that? Not knowing? I remember a lot of things, but some stuff is still foggy."

"Our brain can block out really traumatic things. I think that it's your brains way of protecting you. I think with some help, you'll be able to remember everything. You just need some time and good people to lean on. And if everything works out here - fingers crossed - then I'll be there to help, if you need it." You felt your heart stop as Bucky looked down at you, a light mist in his eyes. You just now realized how close you were to each other.

"You wouldn't mind helping me? But you just met me." You couldn't help but notice how there was a look of apprehension on his face, and you couldn't tell if that was because of the fight that was about to take place or the close proximity of your face.

"Well, considering I just trauma dumped on you, I think it's only fair." Bucky let out a puff of air, a small smile tugging at his lips. You didn't know what you were thinking - if you even were thinking - but you found yourself closing the small gap between the two of you and pressing your lips against his. Bucky seemed stunned for a second, as he stilled in your arms. Just as you were about to pull away, his hands found their way to your hair, playing with it softly as he moved his lips against yours.

A loud pounding on the door tore you two apart. "Hey!" Wanda's voice came from the other side. "If you two are done confessing your undying love to each other, we kind of need you out here." You felt blood rush to your cheeks as looked at Bucky.

"We should probably go." You said, quickly pulling on your boots.

"Yeah." Bucky agreed. "But, um, we should really talk, after all of this is over."

"Yeah. That is if my brother doesn't kill me for joining your team. Family dinner should be fun." You said as you pulled open the door, only to find a smirking Wanda on the other side.

"C'mon lovebirds, you can finish whatever that was later. Right now, we have some things to sort out."

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Mending A Broken Heart (Part Two)

Warnings: Smut, breeding kink, praise kink, unprotected sex, oral sex, (f/m receiving) fluff, angst, self loathing, reader has PCOS

Pairings: Jared x Reader

Word count: 3.3k

THREE YEARS LATER

There was a loud sound that woke you from a dead sleep. You groaned as you looked over at your fiancé, Jared.

"It's your turn." He mumbled.

"It's always my turn." Your growled as you threw the blankets off you. You sleepily traveled through the house to where the source of the noise was coming from.

Your threw open the door to see your older sister, Danneel, her husband Jensen, and their three year old daughter, Justice. "What?"

"Don't 'what' me Y/N, it's Friday." Danneel sassed.

"And?"

"And, you know Friday's are wedding planning days!"

"Yeah, my Friday's used to be fun."

"They're still fun, Y/N. C'mon, live a little." Jensen said mischievously. "Humor her." He mumbled under his breath. "Danneel looks forward to seeing you all week. When Jared told us he was going to propose, she was so excited to plan your wedding. She started a scrapbook. A scrapbook, Y/N. Just let her talk overlays and flowers and food with you. Let her pamper you."

You let out a sigh as you watched Danneel set up the kitchen table with magazines and venue pictures. "She does look happy."

"She is happy. Just let her do this for you." Jensen smiled as Danneel excitedly flipped through the scrapbook.

"She better be glad I love her." You grumbled.

Jensen cracked a smile. "Don't worry. If you have to deal with this, so does Jared. He's the one who proposed, so I'm going to drag his ass down here."

"You're a saint." You whispered. "This is why you're my favorite brother in law."

"I'm your only brother in law." Jensen called as he walked up the stairs to the bedroom you shared with Jared.

You slid next to your sister, whose eyes swam with excitement. "Okay, so, I was thinking, for food we could do vegetarian options as well as meat. That way, there's something for everyone."

"Sounds good to me." You nod.

A sleepy Jared turned the corner, rubbing his eyes tiredly. It had been a long week of constantly filming and both of the men needed to rest up. "Morning darlin'." He mumbled as he kissed your cheek.

For the next three hours, you, Jared and Danneel talked about the wedding. You were excited, of course, but this was getting to be a lot of stress. At this point, you just wanted to elope and be done with it. But you knew that would break Danneel's heart, especially since she spent so much time on the wedding.

"Okay," Danneel said, closing the book. "I have the pastor booked, as well as the venue. I'm going to call around and find some good places that can cater to us. And I have an appointment for you and Jared to go cake tasting at Austin Kind Cakes tomorrow at 9. Don't be late. We've also got to go dress shopping on Monday. So, round up your bridesmaids and tell them. I would stay longer but I have a doctors appointment at two. I'll see you Monday." Your sister hugged you and Jared goodbye before leaving with Jensen and Justice.

You sighed as you fell back on the couch, Jared not far behind. He spread himself across the couch, his head in your lap. You smiled softly as you ran your fingers through his long hair.

"Are you tired, baby?" You asked.

"Very."

"You wanna put on a MCU movie and cuddle?" You suggested.

"Please." Jared smiled.

"Okay, get up so I can put the DVD in." You pushed a reluctant Jared off your lap, which resulted in him landing on the floor. "I told you to get up!"

Jared grumbled as he pulled himself off the floor. "Oh, you're fine you big baby." You roll your eyes. You skimmed your finger across the DVD's until it landed on Captain America; The First Avenger. It was your favorite movie because. . . Well, Sebastian Stan and Chris Evans. Duh. You popped the disk in, and while it was showing the ads before the movie, you went to start some popcorn.

You began to grab things down from the cupboards, stealing candy from Jared's secret stash. Despite his well built physique, he had a huge sweet tooth. You came back into the living room with beer, popcorn, and all the movie essentials.

"How did you find my candy?" Jared frowned.

"You're not that great at hiding things, babe."

"Not true. I hid my feelings for you for two years." He pointed out.

"Okay, you got me." You rolled your eyes, sitting down beside him. Jared stretched his arm out, wrapping it around you, pulling you closer. You rested your head on his chest, smiling contently. Things had been tense as of late. And most of that was to be blamed on filming.

You knew that Jared had been struggling with his metal health for a while, and you made a point to let him know how much he meant to you. In all honesty, things hadn't been all that easy for you either. Danneel had just announced that she was pregnant again. It was very early on in the pregnancy, but it was still hard on you. You had told your family about your condition, and they were all very supportive. You were happy for Danneel and Jensen, but you were still upset about not being able to start a family of your own.

"I love you." You whispered to Jared.

"I love you too, darlin'. What's wrong?" He questioned, averting his eyes from the T.V screen.

"Nothing. I just love you." Jared grinned as he kissed your lips

"Well, I love you more."

"Not possible." You shook your head. "No one can love anyone as much as I love you."

"Hmm, I can think of one exception." He argued, trailing kisses down your neck. You closed your eyes, your breath quickening as his lips traveled to your collarbone. "Because I love you more than you could ever imagine."

"Then show me." You challenged.

"Haven't I already? I mean, I did propose to you."

"You know what I mean, tease." You grumbled. Jared chuckled, his brown hair falling into his eyes. He pulled your hoodie over your head, tossing it aside. He gave you a devilish look when he realized you we're wearing a bra.

Jared took your boob in his mouth while massaging the other with his hand. You sucked in a sharp breath when he gently twisted your nipple in between his thumb and forefinger. You could feel your heart beating out of your chest and slick pooling in your panties. No matter how many times you had sex with Jared, it always gave you butterflies.

He moved his mouth down your body, leaving love bites along your stomach. Jared smirked as his fingers dug into your sides, causing you to shriek.

"Jared!" You chastised. "I swear if you tickle me again I'm pushing you off me and I'll use my vibrator."

"Okay, I'm sorry darlin'." He chuckled as he kissed your lips. Pleasant shivers went down your spine when Jared trailed his fingers down your body. He then tugged your joggers and panties down your legs and threw them aside, just like he did with your hoodie. He kissed the insides of your thighs, so, so close to where you wanted him to be but not close enough.

"Jare. . ." You mumbled, fingers digging into the pillow beside you.

"What's that, baby girl?" He grinned. "Use your words. What do you want?"

"I want you to eat me out!" You said, exasperated. Jared said nothing as he pulled you forward, closer to his face. He attached his lips to your little bundle of nerves, causing you to moan. He began to kitten lick your clit, making you grasp onto his hair. It reminded you of the first time you slept with him.

Jared slowly slipped a digit into your warmth, pumping it in and out of you. It definitely didn't satisfy you the way you knew his cock would, but it brought you pleasure nonetheless. "Mmm, Jared. . . F-fuck!" He reached up with his other hand and began playing with your nipples, making you contract around his finger.

"Eager, are we?"

"I hate you." You groaned.

"No you don't. But if you do, I can go ahead and stop now?"

"Jared, I swear to god!" You growled. The man between your legs said nothing as he added another digit, making you whimper in anticipation.

"It's okay, darlin', you'll have me soon enough." Jared assured you. You nodded, your breathing becoming erratic.

"Oh, god, I'm so close!" You whined. You regretted the words as soon as they left your mouth, as Jared pulled his fingers out, leaving you feeling empty. "You're the worst tease ever."

"I know," He cooed as he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. You climbed off the couch and sat on your knees in front of Jared, pulling down his jeans. "Now, babygirl, what do you think you're doing?" He questioned.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" You replied, looking up at Jared with a cheeky grin. You took his cock in your hands, giving it a few gentle strokes, running your finger across the tip. You ran you tongue along the underside of his dick, just how you knew Jared liked it.

"Oh, fuck, sweetheart." He murmured. "Just like that."

With that encouragement, you took him in your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks so he could fit. You lazily sucked his length, effectively making Jared moan. It was like music to your ears whenever he moaned like that. You felt Jared's hand on the back of your head pushing you closer to him, making you gag around his cock.

He held your head with both of his hands as he rocked his hips back and forth, each time he hit the back of your throat. You felt drool drip down your chin and onto your breasts. You could taste the precum on Jared's cock. You knew he was close. His thrusts into your mouth became more erratic and messier as he released his load into your mouth. "Take it all. Do not spit it out. Be a good girl for me and swallow." He demanded as he pulled his dick out. You nodded, letting the warm substance slide down your throat with difficulty. "You're such a good girl for me. Swallowing all my cum. Do you know what that does to me?"

You didn't need an answer, as you could clearly see what it does to Jared, since he was already becoming hard again. "This load is going in that tight little pussy of yours." He picked you up by the arm with a firm yet gentle hand and bent you over the arm of the couch. "Are you ready?" He asked, still making sure you were comfortable. No matter how many times you two had sex, he always wanted to make sure you still wanted to go through with it.

You had discussed the relationship you had before Jared, and about all the things your ex put you through. One of the worst things Will did to you was use you for sex. He rarely asked for consent, which gave you more trust issues than you could handle. You had spoke to Jared about that when you first got together, and he promised that he would always, always, ask if you were okay before doing anything. That just made you fall in love with him more.

"Please, Jare. . ." You whined. "Fuck me."

"You don't have to tell me twice, sweetheart." He slowly bottomed out, letting out a moan. He began to fuck you, slow at first, but it soon transitioned into rough thrusts. Your gripped onto the pillow tightly, using it to muffle your moans. Jared grabbed you by the hair, pulling your head up. "Don't muffle it babygirl, I wanna hear you scream."

"Oh God, Jared!" You whined as his hips slammed into yours.

"Fuck baby, ugh, you're so fucking tight. I'm gonna cum." He moaned. "I'm gonna cum in that sweet pussy, fill you up to the brim. God, I can't wait to see your stomach swell as you carry our child. You'll look so fucking good."

You felt a familiar knot tighten in your belly, your walls clenching around Jared's cock. "Fuck, fuck fuck fuck fuck." You screamed as you came, Jared following shortly behind you. He stayed buried in you for a few more moments before pulling out.

Jared disappeared for a few seconds before coming back with a warm washcloth so he could clean you up. He gently wiped down your body before picking you up bridal style and carrying you into the bedroom. He climbed in bed beside you and gathered you in his arms, kissing your temple.

"Are you okay, darlin'?" He asked, brushing hair out of your face. You smiled as you nodded. "You did so good for me. I love you so much."

You nuzzled your face into his chest, enjoying the warmth from his body. "I love you more."

"Oh no," He chuckled. "We are not starting this again. Because I'll win."

"Whatever you say, Jare." You rolled your eyes. He grinned at you, his brown hair falling into his eyes.

"Okay, well, I'm going to make us some lunch. I'll be right back." He gave you a quick peck on the lips before pulling on a pair of sweatpants and making his way to the kitchen. You grabbed one of Jared's flannel, wrapping it around you and breathing in the scent.

Your phone started buzzing on the end table beside the bed. In the middle of the commotion this morning, you never took your phone off the charger. A picture of you and your sister popped up on the screen, the name "Danni," with a little heart beside it flashed across the photo. "Hello?"

"Y/N!" Danneel squealed happily from the other side of the phone. "Okay, so, Jensen and I just got back from my OB appointment and you'll never guess what!"

"What? Did you find out the sex?"

"Well, yes, but there's something else too! I'm having twins!" You felt your heart sink to your stomach.

"Oh, Danni, that's amazing! I'm so happy for you!"

"Thank you, Y/N/N! Oh, I'm so excited! We're having a boy and a girl. I'm going shopping later to pick out stuff for the nursey, do you want to come with me?" Danneel asked, happiness seeping from her voice.

You took a steady breath, blinking back tears. "Ya know, I would love to, Danni, but I'm not feeling too good today. Maybe some other time?"

"Yeah, of course." Danneel sounded disappointed, but tried to hide it. "I hope you feel better. I'll let you go then. Bye, I love you."

"Love you too."

As soon as the call ended, you covered you mouth to suppress a sob. You were happy that your sister was happy. She was finally getting the family she always wanted, she's in a great marriage with a sweet man that treats her right, and she is having twins. It's everything that you've wanted. You were trying so hard to get pregnant, but time after time, nothing. You were taking fertility treatments left and right and trying IVF. But anything you tried failed. You hated how jealous you were of your older sister.

Jared came back up twenty minutes later with two plates of food to find you curled up on the bed crying into your pillow. He hastily set the food down on the dresser and made his way over to you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling your back into his chest. "Shh, shh," He cooed, tucking your hair behind your ear. "It's okay, baby. Do you want to tell me what's wrong? Hm?"

"D-Danneel is p-pregnant." You sniffed, tears streaming down you face. "And she's having t-twins." Jared let out a sigh as he listened to you cry. "What am I doing wrong, Jare? W-we've tried everything and I still can't have a baby!"

"We're not doing anything wrong, darlin'. These things just happen and it's nobody's fault. There are still other options, honey. We could hire a surrogate or we could adopt?"

"It's not the same. I want to feel my baby kick inside of me, I wanna feel the morning sickness and the back pain and every damn thing that comes with being pregnant."

"I know, sweetie." He mumbled.

"Jare. . ."

"Yeah?"

"I think. . . Before we start thinking about surrogacy or adoption that I need to go to therapy. I haven't been in a long time and I just need to talk to someone and I need them to tell me I'm not crazy. I just need someone to talk to that doesn't know me and that's not biased."

"Okay, of course." Jared nodded. "I'm proud of you, baby. It took me a really long time that I admitted that I needed help. It takes a strong person to say when they need help."

---

FIVE WEEKS LATER

"Everyone at the office back home is catching this stupid bug." You growled, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. Danneel, who had been with you when you fell ill, took a cold washcloth and dabbed it across your forehead. You two were currently in Canada visiting Jared and Jensen while they were working on set.

"What have you ate today?" She asked. "I don't need you becoming dehydrated."

"A bagel with cream cheese and Doritos."

"Cream cheese and Doritos?" Danneel said, scrunching her face up at the combination.

"Hey, don't knock it till you try it."

"I'm not knocking it, Y/N." Danneel dismissed. "It's what I've been craving for months. I was craving all sorts of weird stuff before I found out I was pregnant."

"Yeah, well, there's no way I'm pregnant." You said glumly.

"Pickles and mustard. Is that something else you've eaten?"

"Yes. . . Why?" You questioned.

"Another one of my pregnancy cravings. Are you late?" She asked.

"I'm always late, Danni. I have PCOS, dummy." You scoffed.

"I think you should take a test, just to be sure." You decided to humor Danneel and went to the drug store and bought three different pregnancy tests.

Positive. Positive. Positive.

You stared wide-eyed at the tests, not believing what you were seeing. "Oh. My. God." Danneel squealed as she crushed you in a hug. "You're pregnant! Oh, Jared's going to be so happy! You have to go tell him! Like, right now!"

"But they're filming." You protested.

"They're taking a break right now. Jensen just texted me. Go! Now!" Danneel pushed. You took a quick picture of the pregnancy tests before you, Danneel, and J.J went to visit the boys while they were on set.

You couldn't hold your excitement, as your knee was bouncing up and down. The three of you showed your badges at the front gate before making it onto set.

"Y/N." Jared smiled, looking up from his script. "What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to wait until later to tell you this but it just couldn't wait."

"What is it?" He questioned, his eyebrows furrowing.

"I haven't been feeling well lately and I've been craving these really weird foods and I'm more tired than usual and-" You rambled until Jared held up his hand.

"Wait, Y/N, are you saying. . .?"

"I'm pregnant." You whispered. "I took three different tests today and they were all positive. I wanted to tell you when you got home, but I didn't know what-"

"You're pregnant!" Jared shouted, catching the attention of the crew and cast members. You flushed red as Jared picked you up and spun you around. "I'm so excited." He smiled, cupping your face in his hands and giving you a gentle kiss.

You could hear Jensen laughing with happiness, and some of the crew clapping. "I'm getting a niece or nephew." He said excitedly. "I can't wait to corrupt them."

"Jensen!"

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